Burning Worlds (RAIDERS)
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Mission Details[edit]
Events Prior to Mission[edit]
Snipes stared out one of the few observation lounges open to everyone. He stared into the white dotted deep darkness of space. He’d turned the lights low and the smoke from his cigarettes had begun filling the room with its wispy presence, much to the chagrin of the few other inhabitants. But Snipes didn’t have an office on the ISD Dominion, and he preferred a room with a view. He had little room in his mind for them though. Instead it was the mission.
The planet Siczaya III, a volatile, remote rock on the edge of Vast Empire space. It had little intrinsic value, it contained vast mineral and iron reserves, but it was so remote that any mining operation would fail to bring the profits of some equally or less as rich planets and moons closer to the VE core. The seasons each lasted only a month, it went from volcanic and unpredictable, to a rainy season, where it rained acidic liquids, not all of which were water, then those liquids froze and it became a snow covered hell, on par with Alzoc or Hoth, then within a month it was back to another short season of rain, and as the planet neared the sun on its elliptical orbit that rain would eventually evaporate, fast enough that it was actually visible to the human eye, resulting in a rare phenomenon known as ‘reverse rain’, that moisture then blotted out the sky and the whole air became acrid and almost unbreathable as the many old and new volcanoes began spewing their poison ridden clouds into the atmosphere. And the cycle progressed. The fact that it was the most habital rock in the solar system said something about the harshness of the area. It was also, unfortunately, in a very strategic spot. Of little use to the Vast Empire due to its remoteness and position in the galaxy, however it would be of great use to anyone trying to attack the Vast Empire, as the system sat between two other main systems of the VE and could be used as an excellent starting point for an attack. This was exactly what an unknown Imperial faction was trying to use it for. Snipes and the rest of RAIDERS job was to help with the defense of the moon.
This would not be a pleasant mission. There would be much of death and more of destruction, and if Snipes was whiley enough, quick enough, and strong enough, none of that would be brought down upon his RAIDERS. Despite his irregularities Snipes still cared for the group in his own way, and in some sense he had a degree of respect for them, but to him they were also still children to war, Snipes had been gliding effortlessly through it for a long time now, and he did not yet trust them on their own.
Snipes contemplation was disturbed by the door behind him opening. He did not have to turn around to know who it was. The clank of a sword in its scabbard told him louder than words. It was his ASL, Marka. Snipes didn’t turn. However they few that hadn’t been driven out of the area by Snipes smoking left quickly. Last time the two had been in there together there had been a disagreement and then a fistfight. Snipes had started it, he knew Marka only had the one way to release his aggression, whether he liked to admit it or not, and Snipes wouldn’t have his ASL wandering around being pissed at him, that just would not do.
“Well, sit down, make yourself comfortable.” Snipes said, waving to the chair next to him.
“Just here to let you know we hit ideal launch in half an hour, you asked me to let you know.”
“Thanks,” Snipes said standing, he grabbed a gun, the RW-60 they’d used before, Snipes threw it at Marka, who caught it expertly. “I know it’s not your preference, but use it, stick with the group and don’t go wildcard on me, not on this mission, I have every intention of bringing everyone back again, no one should have to die on such an inglorious rock.”
“You know that’s impossible.”
“Leave me to my delusions.”
“Whatever boss.”
Snipes smiled and strode out of the lounge accompanied by the ASL. He didn’t seem to have gotten over the black eye, Snipes scoffed to himself, he’d already gotten over the split lip. The corridors of the Dominion were all sorts of familiar to Snipes, he’d strode them many times, in many different squads, for many different reasons. Now it strode them with a heavy step. He didn’t want any part of this mission, it was going to be a mess, a grueling, inhumane mess. Anyone who tried to preserve their morality and who put any faith in the laws of war would not last. Snipes could already envision the battleground, he hungered the be there himself, but the responsibility he had to his troops kept him from enjoying the slaughter that was to come. If he could help it none of them would die.
Objectives and Goals[edit]
Primary Objectives[edit]
- Aid Vast Imperial forces in the defense of Siczaya III.
Secondary Objectives[edit]
Planned[edit]
- Search for missing VE troopers and aid coordination efforts
Improvisional[edit]
- Aid Lambert's Platoon in convoy ambush
- Eliminate hostile armour
- Wait for evac after retrieval dropship shot down
- destroy or escape from traitorous tank
Goals[edit]
NA
Mission Debriefing[edit]
Outcomes[edit]
Character Development[edit]
Pending.
Memorable Quotes[edit]
Pending.
